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lookatthestarrynight · 5 years ago

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Laughter is the Best Medicine - Chapter Eight

Poe Dameron/Doctor!OFC: Poe Dameron has joined the Resistance at the request of General Leia Organa, and he’s finally arrived on the Echo of Hope, the Resistance’s floating base of operations. While on board, he meets the Medical Director of the Resistance and... falls in love? We’ll see.

I’ve also posted this on AO3. Check my masterlist to see what I write for. Please only like, don’t reblog. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

Warnings: Poe is a little sad. Otherwise very fluffy. 1278 words.

I spent the earlier part of the day in the med-bay, and after lunch I followed Nira to the hangar to watch her do mechanic things with X-wings. It was soothing and methodical, much like a well-done surgery, and she even bothered to tell me what she was doing and what every tool and part was. It was calm for a while, and then the familiar noise of X-wings filled the air and the Black Squadron came in for their landing. I watched, mesmerized, as the ships powered down and Poe climbed out of the cockpit of Black One. He bent down to speak with BB-8, and then the dedicated little droid disappeared off to do something I could only presume was important. Poe noticed me sitting on one of the crates by Nira and raised his eyebrows at me.

I waved, hopping off the crate. “Hey, Commander!”

He laughed, his smile not quite reaching his eyes for some reason, and he walked over to me. “Hello, Director.”

I smiled at him, reaching out to hold his hand.

He smirked. “I feel so special… you’re holding my hand.”

I snorted. “How was the mission, flyboy?”

“Eventful.”

“You’re not giving me anything else?”

“Nope. Classified.”

I nodded and began leading us towards the med-bay, since I should probably be there again soon anyway.

“Wait, wait,” he tugged gently on my arm, stopping me.

I turned to face him, my eyebrow raised. He leaned forward and smushed his lips against mine, his other arm wrapping around my waist. My free hand wandered up to the nape of his neck, my lips parting just a little bit. After a moment, he pulled away, a little breathless, and let go of me, reaching up to push a stray hair out of my face.

“I gotta go do the debrief with the General, but I’ll come find you around dinner-time, alright?”

I smiled and nodded, walking backwards a bit. “See you soon, then, Poe.” I turned around and continued to the med-bay.

My time spend in the med-bay flew by as I made my rounds and fussed with transfer paperwork on my holopad, and before I knew it, Poe was waltzing in to drag me to dinner.

He leaned over the high counter of the main desk and looked at me. “Ready for dinner, Doc?”

I looked up at him from my place curled up in the chair behind the desk. “Yea, yea, just let me put this down in my office.” I stood up and wandered over to my office, dropping the holopad on my desk before turning around and running straight into Poe’s chest. He’d followed me in, apparently.

He wrapped his arms around me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re my favorite person, you know that, right?”

I nodded into his chest, pulling my head away to look up at him. “What prompted that?”

Something passes behind his eyes, but he just shrugs. “No reason, just felt like it.”

I hummed, skeptical, and tried to extricate myself from his hold, but his grip wouldn’t budge.

“Poe?”

“Yes?”

“Can you let go of me now?”

He frowned, but did so, opting to loop one arm around my waist to guide me to the cafeteria. I leaned into his side a little as we walked out of the med-bay and through the halls of the base. I could tell something was bugging him just a little bit, but I decided to press him about it later – after we ate.

When we arrived in the cafeteria, we waited in line together and got our meals, and I waved to Shana and Ilia as we walked by them. I opted to sit with Poe and his pilots, since he still seemed awfully attached to me. Through all of dinner, he kept an arm around me or a hand in my lap, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what exactly was wrong. When I raised my eyebrows inquisitively at Jessika, she shrugged – as did Snap and L’ulo. I sighed, and I as soon as I noticed Poe was done eating, I gently pulled him out of the cafeteria with me, stopping when we got to a more secluded hallway.

I reached up, my hand cupping his cheek and my thumb gently swiping across the top of his cheek. “What’s up with you today, Poe?”

He shrugged noncommittally. “Just a bad day.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“I just want to spend time with you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” he paused, his hand covering mine on his cheek, “I just want to hear you talk.”

I laughed quietly. “Why don’t we stop by your quarters and grab some of your things and then head back to mine?”

Poe nodded reluctantly, pulling me to follow him. When we reached his quarters, he disappeared inside before reappearing with a change of clothes in his arms a minute later. He followed behind me as I led the way to my quarters and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room when we arrived, until I gently guided him to the edge of my bed.

“Let’s get changed, yeah? And then we can lay down and I’ll talk for a bit.” He nodded, and a few minutes later I found myself propped against my pillows on my bed with Poe’s head laying my stomach and his body slotted between my legs. Slowly, I threaded my fingers through his hair and gently massaged his scalp.

“So, what do you want to hear about?”

He grunted, lifting his head up just a bit. “Your whole life story.”

I giggled. “Ask and you shall receive, flyboy.” He dropped his head back on my stomach with a smile.

I stared at the ceiling for a minute, trying to figure out where I wanted to start.

“Well, I was born in 8 ABY on Taris, in the inner city, and—”

Poe lifted his head up for a moment. “I’m six years older than you?”

“Yeah. Anyway—”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Uh, should it?”

Poe shook his head and laid back down on my stomach.

“Anyway, grew up in the inner-city skyscrapers, came to Senate meetings with my dad all the time, uh… oh! I have an older brother – he’s taking my dad’s seat in the Senate in the next cycle I think,” I twirled a strand of Poe’s hair through my fingers before continuing, “Uh, my dad’s name is Alrich, although you might’ve already known that, and my brother’s is Armand, my mom’s was Leta.”

“Was?”

“She was killed in the Talinn district when I was growing up, which is why I spent so much time with my brother and father.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, muffled by my stomach.

I hummed. “It’s alright… it’s been a while since then. I decided I wanted to be a doctor after that, and Dad was more than happy to ship me off to the New Republic Medical Academy on Hosnian Prime,” I shifted my shoulders, getting a little more comfortable, “And when I left the Academy, the General tapped me to work for the Resistance, so I got here about a year and a half, maybe, before you. It’s good experience, working in the Resistance. And I know I’m making a difference in the galaxy, doing my mom proud and all that.” I looked down at Poe and noticed his eyes were closed, his breathing slow and measured.

I smiled. “Goodnight, flyboy.” I gently pressed a kiss to his temple and turned off the light in my room. Time to sleep.

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years ago

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I wanna do a proper review of holi-date but I need my laptop for that cause it crashes tumblr on my phone and I’m on vacation but—fuck, shana, I would say this genre is your strong point (the pacing, the humor, the drama, the tension, the ROMANCE) except then I remember all your fantasy fics ajdjdjsk so I guess you’re just amazing at everything. I will re read and write my thoughts properly at some point but for now I just want to show my appreciation and love for another masterpiece ❤️

This is so lovely and sweet 😭😭😭 I very much look forward to your review!! & this message definitely lifted my spirits!! Rom-Com and fantasy are definitely my two favorite genres to write, so I'm so glad to hear you feel I do them justice 🥺 wishing you a wonderful vacation bb!! & Have a lovely day/night!!

#asks #The Holi-Date

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briannaboosblog · 5 years ago

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Shana Sheff❣️ Beautification Specialist- Dare to be bold! currently employed at BB's hair studio in Cincinnati ohio (roselawn area) follow me on ig and fb Shana Sheff. Always accepting new clients. Healthy hair is my specialty

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worpsey-writes · 6 years ago

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30 day writing challenge

Missing Each Other: Calvin

"We only have the auditorium for 15 more minutes people! Let's get one more dry run on Sandra Dee!" Professor Welsh yells, every female in the scene scrambles over to their places, the auditorium quiets down as the music starts.

"Shana was a perfect fit for Rizzo, Ms.Welsh did a great job with casting." Carter sits next to me with a smile on his face and relaxes in his chair. "I'm happy we both got parts, can we run lines later in our room?"

"Sure bud." I smile pulling out my phone, 2 texts and a phone call, both from Matt.

Matty<3: Babe babe babe!!!! 1:30pm

Matty<3: I passed my Sociology midterm! I'm so happy!! 1:31pm

I quickly reply, smiling for him especially with how stressed he was over passing.

Me: That's great Matty! Sorry I'm in class still, I'll text you once I get back to my dorm, proud of you bb 2:00pm

I turn off my screen shoving it back in my pocket.

"Is it your boy toy?" I jump, after Sonia grabs my shoulders from behind.

"Jesus Christ stop sneaking up on me Son!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to see if you two were up to a party tonight at a frat house off campus."

"I'm there!" Carter grins, gripping my arm. "Come on Call! You gotta come out this time."

"I'm busy, video chatting with the said "boy toy" plus I have to study for my Calculus test on Monday." They both groan.

"You're always busy now, relax a little dang." Sonia shakes her head.

"Bish I'm here on a scholarship and if I get below a 3.0 gpa I just put on probation from my dad. He'll kill me, so I'll party after midterms. Plus I haven't gotten to talk with my boyfriend in like a week... I miss him."

"Alright, alright. Don't have to lather up the sob story. Just enjoy your time with your boy. Carter, come to my dorm at 10."

"That's a wrap kids! Good class today!"

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"Well, I'm out Cal. Have fun with your boyfriend and uuuh... If you want alone time with him... Put a sock on the door this time please."

"We agreed to never speak of that!" I glare at him as he laughs leaving the room.

I look back to my laptop, putting in my ear buds, logging on to Discord, calling Matt. He quickly picks up, his webcam focusing. His room was a mess behind him, he smiles.

"I missed you!" He yells, I smile nodding.

"I miss you too."

We get to talking about school and Matthias living with his mom back home while he's in school. Next thing I know it's 12am.

"Soooooo, how's the musical coming along?"

"Well, we did our first dress rehearsal today. It was great, though I hate my Grease Lightning outfit. The leather pants are... Really revealing in all the wrong places. My friend took a video of our first time preforming in them... Do you want to see it?"

"A chance to see you in tight clothing? Of course I'll take the chance dummy." I smile grabbing my phone from my pants pocket off the floor and send him the video.

"I hope it gives you good enough fapping material for later." I wink, smirking to match his when his phone goes off.

"Oh shit, your ass looks great though." I blush, sighing in the process. "And the way you shake your hips while the engine lowers, oooh"

Matt giggles, closing his phone and looking back at the screen. His cheeks a soft pink on his pale skin.

"Is it stupid I miss holding your hand?"

"Not at all." I place my hand on the screen as he does the same thing. "I feel bad having you up this late..."

"It's only 3am for me. It's not like I have anything better to do."

"Sleep?"

"No... It's been hell not being able to sleep with you. I got use to it until we had to leave..."

"I know. Any more nightm-"

"A few... But since you sent me that build a bear it's gotten a bit better." Matthias picks up the stuffed lizard I bought him, hugging it and hearing my own voice say I love you.

"I've been stressed out lately... A kid in my English class tried selling me pot the other day after I mentioned it to a friend. So that was fun..."

"That two week break for Thanksgiving can't come quick enough..."

"About that..." I sigh, I can't keep avoiding talking about this. "My dad couldn't book me a flight home, everything is already sold out so... I don't know if I'll be able to make it home..."

He sat in silence just staring at me. Then, he starts sniffling and my heart broke.

"No, please try doing what you can, I need to see you or I'm going to lose my mind. I haven't made any friends and I'm so lonely here, I thought coming to live with my mom was a great idea but it's all just not going anywhere!" He rubs his eyes trying to stop his tears, I feel myself start to tear up as well.

"I know I know, I'll try everything in my power to get home I swear! I love you and I need to see you. I miss hugging you and kissing you. I miss your constant shitty jokes the most." Matt chuckles rubbing his eye.

"R-really? I miss your bad rapping. Even if I made fun of you for it!"

"Are you sure? It's pretty shit."

"Shush! I can't wait to see you... Especially kiss you again... I miss those days when I felt crappy and you'd hold me down tickling me an kissing my face... I just... Want you."

"I know, I want you too."

Everything was laid out on the table. I really missed Matthias more then I could ever miss anyone...

Thanksgiving came quicker then expected. Thankfully I found a way home, but that would be a surprise for Matt.

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gil-estel · 5 years ago

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Hi Shana!!!!!! Ur glorious orange floof brought a smile to my face and I hope that one day my own bbs can achieve ur admirable level of c h o n k

@gil-estel Shana says Hi ;)

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simmingonthelow · 2 years ago

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15 OC Questions

with Shana

I just wanted to do it!

Are you named after anyone? No

When was the last time you cried? It had to cry on set a while ago but if you mean for realsies then discovering my second pregnancy. No, not tears of happiness.

Do you have kids? Two too much......I love my babies though

Do you use sarcasm? Who doesn't?

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their Vibe? I dunno how to put it.

What’s your eye color? Hazel or light brown....not sure

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies are like movies with happy ending to me

Any special talents? Babe, just breathing is a talent for me

Where were you born? Newcrest

What are your hobbies? Anything I feel like doing

Have you any pets? Nah I'm good. Can you count your friends pets as yours though?

What sports do you play/have played? I've played table tennis

How tall are you? 165cm......I think

Favorite subject in school? Drama. the other kind too

Dream job? I'm an Actress hun, My life's already a DREAM

Tagging @void-imp, @wileyfern, @emzchaos, and all my other moots!

#oc:shana #i think about how she hates kids but has two #my bb shana

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lookatthestarrynight · 5 years ago

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Laughter is the Best Medicine - Chapter Seven

I’ve also posted this on AO3. Check my masterlist to see what I write for. Please only like, don’t reblog. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

Warning: allusions to smut. 1238 words.

It had been a half a week since Ovanis, and half a week since my med-bay breakdown and kiss with Poe. I’d only seen him twice since then, as the General was keeping him very busy with Black Squadron business that I was not on the need-to-know list for – despite being of equivalent rank with the Commander or General (depending on who you asked), and despite being a de facto member of the Black Squadron entourage.

Right now, though, I was regretting many of the life decisions I’d made up to this point – entirely because I had been convinced to join Shana in her room for a sleepover. A preposterous idea, really, but she’d insisted from the moment she heard I’d kissed Poe, and apparently wanted all the details. I have neglected to inform her that we have kissed several times since then, purely to avoid further interrogation.

And so, I was sitting on a blanket, on the hard floor of her room, with my regulation pillow in my lap, listening to her and Ilia gossip about the other hot new relationship on base – Snap and Karé.

“Oh—and did you hear? He took her up in his X-wing and they had a picnic on the other side of base,” Shana turned to be, “Does Poe do that?”

I stared at her. “They are literally both pilots.”

“But, does Poe do that?”

“I have seen him twice this week, Shana. He’s busy.”

“Yea, but would he?” Ilia chimed in.

I huffed. “I am not a pilot – he shouldn’t.”

“But would he?”

“Oh, for stars sake – ask him yourself why don’t you?”

“To your point – he’s been busy, so I can’t.”

I stared at them in disbelief. “Alright, that’s it. I’m leaving.” I stood up, hugging my pillow to my chest and grabbing the blanket I had been sitting on and heading for the door.

“Oh, come on, there’s no need for that, Hera.”

I opened the door.

“Hera! You promised.”

I huffed and turned to look at them. “This time next week. No questions about Poe, or I’m leaving again.”

Shana and Ilia sighed. “Fine. But you’d better do it.”

I nodded and stepped out of the room – and straight into someone’s chest. The door behind me closed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see—” I paused when I looked up, right into Poe’s face.

He grinned. “Apology accepted, Doc,” he glanced down at the pillow and blanket and my arms, “What’re those for?”

I sighed. “A failed sleepover.”

He hummed, wrapping his arm around my waist and guiding me down the hall. “Wanna join me for a successful sleepover? My quarters?”

“So, you’re not going to judge me for the sleepover thing?”

“I literally just asked you to do another one, Hera.”

“Right. Well, I dunno if—”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna say no to me now – I was getting all excited.”

I huffed, looking over to him. He was smiling. “Well, I—”

“Please?” he paused, “Although, if you really don’t want to—”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I’ll join you for your silly sleepover.”

He laughed, stopping in front of the door I presumed to be his. He punched in the code, and the door opened, revealing BB-8 in the middle of room.

Poe let go of me and stepped inside, kneeling in the floor in front of his droid to greet him. I stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

He glanced at me. “Well, don’t just stand there—make yourself at home.” He stood up, guiding BB-8 to his charging station and helping him get situated.

Quietly, I dumped my blanket and pillow on the end of his bed and plopped down next to them, watching Poe as he fished things out of his drawers and disappeared into the refresher. A minute later, he stuck his head out, gesturing behind him:

“You need anything from in here?”

I shook my head.

“Alrighty – I’ll just be a minute, sweetheart.”

I nodded, blushing at the nickname, and laid back on the mattress to stare at the ceiling. His room was covered in trinkets and papers and knick-knacks and posters. His desk chair had a colored blanket on it, and more blankets were stacked on top of the dresser. The mirror had beads and charms and necklaces strung all over it, and medallions had been hung up on the peg next to it. My quarters, compared to his, was rather plain – there wasn’t any particular reason for me to keep around trinkets or things from my early childhood on Taris or school years on Hosnian Prime. My father spent all of his time in the Senate, so I never had the childhood adventures that Poe’s room seemed to innately imply. I was pulled out of my thoughts, though, when he emerged from the refresher, dressed for sleep.

“Whatcha thinking?” he asked as he walked towards me.

“Just admiring the room.”

He nodded, laying down next to me on his side, his head propped on his arm. “Anything in particular you like?”

“The colors.”

He laughed at that, glancing around his room. “I guess there’s a lot of them. I presume your room doesn’t look like this then?”

I snorted. “Nope. I’ve got Tarisian purple stuff from my dad and his senatorial stints, some stuff from the Medical Academy on Hosnian, a few things here and there from friends over the years. It’s kinda monochrome in there, to be honest. I never saw the point in having so much stuff, I guess.”

He nodded. “So, a Senator’s daughter, huh?”

“Yep. That’s how I met the General for the first time, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was probably five or six, maybe, and she came through the Senate to speak with everyone, and she’d brought her son with her, too. She’d said something about how this was the last time she’d have him around for a while, I think. Anyways, fond memories. My dad really liked her, back then.”

“Liked?”

“He’s not so fond of the Resistance. Or the First Order, really.”

Poe hummed in acknowledgement. “So, the General has a son?”

I shrugged. “I dunno, he was probably eight or nine when we met. Seemed nice… a little shy. Not sure what happened to him, though. Never saw him again after that.”

Poe nodded. “Well, enough talk. What d’you wanna do to pass the time?”

“Uh, I don’t know. You have any ideas?”

He pushed himself up, configuring our bodies so that he was holding himself above me. “I have a few ideas,” he said with a smirk.

“Am I going to like these ideas?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You might.” He leaned down over me a little bit, pecking my nose and pulling back up again.

“Was this your plan all along?”

He shook his head, “No, actually. Thought of it while you were going on about the rooms.”

I nodded. “Well… I guess I’m not opposed.”

He smiled, eyes shimmering with that look again. “Wonderful. Better get to it then.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. His left hand drifted down my side, to rest on my hip bone, and he shifted a little, bracing his knees on either side of my legs. I smiled against his lips, and he pulled away slowly, pupils blown wide.

“You sure?” he muttered, his mouth inches from mine.

“Oh, I’m sure, sweetheart.”

He grinned.

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lookatthestarrynight · 5 years ago

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Laughter is the Best Medicine - Chapter One

I’ve also posted this on AO3. Check my masterlist to see what I write for. Please only like, don’t reblog. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

No warnings. :) 1629 words.

I didn’t see the Commander again for a few months – as soon as he was cleared for duty, the General put him (and his fellow pilots) straight to work. A week ago, he’d returned from Operation Sabre Strike, and then not even a few days later he was back out – for a mission to some swamp planet that most of the officers couldn’t seem to pronounce. In fact, he was due back from that mission in less than a few standard hours, and I’d been informed to be ready for anything. If I knew what planet he’d gone to, I could’ve done some research to better my treatment of any fauna-inflicted wounds – as I’d been told there’d been a few worrisome run-ins – but alas, no one told me anything.

As if I’d spoken his arrival into existence, a nurse stuck her head in my small office – “Dameron’s coming out of hyperspace now, the General wants you on deck.” I nodded, tossing my paperwork back on the desk – I’d do it later, surely – grabbed my med-bag and two nurses, and made quick time to the hangars.

I arrived at the same time the Black One came screaming into the hangar bay, landing just a bit rougher than I’m sure his usual would be. The ship powered down as techs rushed to help the Commander out of the cockpit, and when I finally got a glimpse of him through the crowd, I could see why he’d come in so hot – he had a rather nasty abdominal wound blooming.

I huffed, and rushed to the edge of the fray, my assistants behind me. “Medical coming through! Please step away!” The crowd parted just enough for us to squeeze through, and I got to the Commander just as he seemed to be losing touch with reality – and so, when he passed out all but a second later, he fell straight into my waiting arms as I called for a stretcher. I lowered him to the hangar floor, undoing his flight suit and cutting his undershirt away from the wound. It had been rather clumsily bandaged once already, but the action of getting out of the ship seemed to have undone anything good it might have done.

The wound wasn’t deep, and it looked like all it would need were some heavy-duty stitches and bacta patches, but I’d need my med-bay to make that happen. A stretcher arrived as I was packing the wound to stop the bleeding, and the Commander was gently placed on it and taken to the med-bay, his droid – and half the Resistance – on our heels.

An hour and a half later, I was pulling off my gloves and tossing them in the compactor bin, my job done. I sank into the visitor’s chair in Dameron’s med-bay room for a moment, as two nurses cleaned up my materials and disposed of anything remotely hazardous in the compactor bins.

I glanced down at the small orange-and-white droid that sat on the floor next to me, nervously rolling backwards and forwards. I huffed. “He’ll be alright, BB. I’m not the Medical Director for no reason.”

BB-8 beeped anxiously anyways.

“He’ll be fine, BB,” I paused, standing up, “How about I move this chair closer to his bed, and you can sit yourself in it, yeah?”

BB-8 paused his rolling and beeped at me once more.

“Okay, I’ll put you in the chair and you can watch him, alright?” I carefully moved the chair closer to the Commander’s bedside before turning to the droid. “Make yourself light, alright buddy?”

BB-8 beeped indignantly as I hefted him into the chair.

“No need for unkind words, BB, I was just teasing,” I put my hands on my hips and took a step back towards the door, “I’ll have one of the nurses set up a charging situation for you, okay? The Commander will be up by morning, and I’ll swing by to check on him then.”

BB-8 beeped once more as my hand reached the door handle.

“Fine, Poe will be up by morning, and I’ll swing by to check on both of you then. Better?”

The droid beeped a quiet affirmation and turned back to his master.

I huffed a laugh and gently pushed the door open, stepping out into the med-bay hall – and right into the General.

“General! I’m sorry, I didn’t, uh, see you there.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t have expected you to. How’s the Commander?”

“He’s alright, a little worse for the wear, but he should be back to the daily grind in two or so weeks. He’s got a pretty, uh, dedicated little droid in there.”

“That he does. Two weeks, though? I think that might kill him.”

I laughed. “It shouldn’t. A little rest never hurt anybody.”

“You’d think that with all the missions I’ve sent him on, he’d want some rest, but…” the General shrugged, “May I?” She gestured to the door.

“Of course, just make sure you don’t mess with his little guardian spirit’s perch. Took some negotiating to make BB happy.”

The General laughed once more. “I’ll keep that in mind.” And with that, she was through the door.

I sighed. Back to paperwork and holofiles I go.

The next morning, I arrived in the med-bay a little earlier than I usually would to check on my latest patient and his steadfast droid. I waved to the nurses still on their shifts, turning to the one closest to me, “Is the Commander up yet?”

“Yes, ma’am. Woke up about an hour ago – his vitals are fine. He should be ready for his next painkiller dose and bandage change right now, if you’d like me to get everything ready for that.”

“Yes, that would be very helpful. Thank you, Shana!” I said as I reached Dameron’s door and pushed on the handle. She huffed a laugh and disappeared into the supply room. I stuck my head in the door before I came in, waving to BB-8 as he trilled from his perch in the guest’s chair.

“Hello, BB… did you have a good night?”

The droid beeped happily, rolling slightly in his chair.

I laughed, carefully closing the door and approaching the bed where the Commander laid, eyes closed.

“You don’t have a resting heart-beat, Commander, so there’s no need to fake sleep on my account.”

The Commander sighed, opening his eyes to look at me. “It was worth a try.”

I smiled, “Well, I’ll praise the effort then.”

It was then that Shana arrived in the room with the supplies I needed. “Will you need any help, Director?”

“Nah, I think I will be alright, Shana. Thank you for asking though,” I paused, turning to her, “Why don’t you head back to your room early?”

“Oh, no, I’ve only got an hour left, might as well stay.”

“I insist,” I made a shooing motion with my hands, “Doctor’s orders.”

She chuckled, nodding reluctantly and leaving the room, “I’ll just be going then, have a good day, Director.”

“Likewise, Shana.” I turned back to my patient, noting his slightly bewildered look.

“What’s the look for, Commander?”

“Oh, it’s nothing… I guess I’m just surprised you let her off early.”

I nodded, pulling on my gloves. “I do that sometimes… I consider everyone who works in medical to be a friend, so I treat them as such.”

“Reminds me of the fleet, but we treat each other more like family.” The pilot responded.

“Mm-hmm.” I reached over to the IV line, adjusting a few switches to give the Commander his next painkiller dose. I turned to him, “I’m going to need you to push your shirt up a bit so I can check your wound, is that alight?”

Dameron grinned, doing as I said, “Totally fine, Doc.”

I reached forward, pulling up the bandages and bacta patches from the day before and tossing them in the compactor bin.

“This might sting a bit, so apologies ahead of time, Commander.” I gently applied some ointment to the wound, grimacing as the Commander winced. Slowly, I applied the bacta patches and bandages, gently tapping above the wound when I finished, “All better.”

The Commander chuckled, and then winced again, “Thanks.”

“Yeah, I might avoid laughing for a bit, with your wound placement and all.”

“So I’ve discovered.”

I looked up at BB-8 as I pulled off my gloves and cleaned everything up, “Will you need help getting down from there?”

He beeped a quiet affirmative, and I walked to the side of the bed the chair was on, picking him up and putting him on the ground with a grunt.

“So, you’re the one who put him up there?” Dameron asked, intrigued.

I laughed, “Yeah – he was worried about you, so I figured he’d want a nice place to spend the night watching you.”

“Well, thank you, then.” Dameron said with a grin, and BB-8 chimed a little thank you as well.

Turning to look at them from the door, I smiled, “Not a problem, Commander. BB-8, just –”

“Call me Poe, please.”

“What?”

“Just call me Poe.” The Commander looked at me, slightly imploring.

“Alright then, Poe. BB-8, just let one of the staff know if you need something – same goes for you, Comma– Poe.” They both nodded, Dameron with a satisfied smirk on his face, and I stepped out of the door and into the hall.

“On second thought,” I stuck my head back in the room, “Call me Hera. Not any of that other stuff – and we’re even.”

“Hera. Right, okay, I can do that.”

I waved, and then stepped back into the hall, closing the door quietly behind me. I shouldn’t have liked how my name sounded when he said it – but I did.

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Laughter is the Best Medicine - Chapter Five

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It was a week before I found myself in the Command Center again, and this time it was because of a late night, last minute message from the General. I’d already eaten dinner and was in my office poring over new recruit physicals to sign off on when my commlink went off.

“Director Nova speaking.”

“Director, this is General Organa. Come down to the Command Center for a moment… I have something I’ll need your help with.”

“Right away, General. Be there in 5.” I turned off the commlink and threw the physicals back onto my desk, heading out of the room and into the halls of the base.

In no time at all, I was stepping into the Command Center, which was nearly empty except for the night shift staff, the General, and… Poe. What a surprise.

“You called, General?”

“Yes. I’ve asked Commander Dameron here to select pilots and techs for a new squadron. They’ll be going on a few specific, special missions for me, and I want you to handle the transition approval physicals for all of them.”

“Um, sure. I’m sure I could get together a few nurses to—”

“I want you to handle all of the physicals by yourself.”

“I, uh – what?”

“Since this squadron is being formed for a very specific, highly classified purpose, I want you, alone, to handle the physicals. The Commander will provide you with a list of pilots and techs he’s tapped for this squadron, and I want you to pull them from their daily duties tomorrow to run the physicals,” the General paused, “Will you be able to finish it all by tomorrow evening?”

I stared at her. “Um, I think so, yes. But, General, if I had assistance, I could get it done earlier,” she gave me a look, “But if you insist—”

“I insist.”

“—then I’ll get it done.”

“Good,” she paused once more, surveying me, “And would you object to being the only one in charge of their medical care if they get injured on a mission as a part of this squadron?”

I stole a glance at Poe, who was watching our exchange with restrained interest. I looked back to the General. “I don’t mind – my policy has always been that pilots are handled by the more senior medical staff anyways… so it wouldn’t be a terrible adjustment, I don’t think.”

The General nodded. “Good. Welcome to the Black Squadron then, Director.” And with that, she left the Command Center with a small bow of her head to Poe.

I turned to Poe. “Soooo… who’s on this list of yours?”

“Oh, you’re going straight to work already?” he teased, looking down at me.

“Yes, Poe. Physicals are incredibly time consuming, and pilots are notoriously uncooperative—” I gave him a look, and he shrugged, “—so the sooner I start, the better.”

“Fair enough. I’ll message it to you,” he said, reaching over to the holopad sitting on the table in front of him. He tapped a few spots on the screen, then looked up at me and smiled, spinning it around to face me, the Message Delivered! screen flashing in my face. “All done!”

I snorted. “Thank you, Poe.” I made to head towards the exit, but stopped and turned towards him once more, “You’d better cooperate with me tomorrow, alright? And tell that to all your lovely pilots – I mean business.”

He laughed. “Will do, Director.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I swear, we’ll be the best squadron that ever comes through your office.”

“You are all individually the worst pilots to come through my med-bay, so I find that very hard to believe, Dameron.”

“Oh, come on!”

The next day, I was in the med-bay an hour before I usually would be, holed up in my office comparing schedule after schedule – in an admittedly vain attempt to make my job easier. I huffed, throwing the last few bites of my decidedly unimpressive breakfast muffin in the compactor bin. I stood up, grabbed my holopad, and headed to the hangar. I’d decided last night that Dameron would be the first one through – I was hoping for some sort of scenario where he would set a good example for his squad mates – but I knew I was naïve to think such a thing would happen.

I knew it was shaping up to be a long day, too, the instant I stepped inside the hangar.

“Hey – Commander! – I bet she’s here for you!” Snap called across the hangar, a grin on his face, “Better run!”

“Snap! Ugh, just for that – you’re second!” I hurled a rubber gasket from the table closest to me at him, hitting him in the back of the head with a satisfying, light thud.

“Stars, woman! Poe, mate, it might be in your best interest to cooperate. She’s on the warpath today.” He called out, picking up the gasket and waving it above his head so the rest of the hangar could see it. “She threw a gasket at my head!”

Poe stood up from his spot under the Black One and ambled over to me, BB-8 on his heels. “A gasket, huh?” he said with a grin.

“A rubber gasket. He’s being overdramatic.”

“Sounds like him,” he grabbed a rag off the bench by the hangar door, wiping oil off of his hands, “So, I’m up first then?”

“Yes, you are,” I said, turning to leave, “Follow me, would you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As we walked through the halls on the way back to the med-bay, he turned to look at me, a funny look on his face.

I glanced at him. “Something the matter?”

“No, no. I just—well,” he paused, “I just wanted to say thank you. For doing this.” He gestured vaguely around us.

“It’s kinda my job, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to. You could’ve just as easily said no to the General.”

I snorted. “The only people who say no to the General are people who don’t have their heads screwed on right, Poe,” I sighed, “And besides, this gives me a chance to hang out with some of my favorite people on base while silently judging them on their health choices.”

He laughed, his eye twinkling. “You don’t actually do that, do you?”

“No, I’m just teasing. Ojo does, though. Rants about everyone on base whenever he comes in my office for something.”

He nodded, and we turned the final corner and entered the med-bay. I guided him to the first room, which was set up for physicals and other short examinations.

“I’ve screwed up my whole med-bay schedule for this, so please don’t make it difficult.”

He smiled, “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it, Doc.”

I snorted, sitting my holopad down on the table by the door. “Those are famous last words right there, Poe.” I walked over to him. “I’m going to do all the easy stuff first, and then we’ll move on to the more complicated parts.” He bobbed his head in acknowledgment.

“So, that means I’m going to need you to undo this top part of your coveralls.”

“Ohhh, I see how it is. Right away then, Doc.”

I shook my head and turned to grab the things I’d need for the first part of the exam while he fiddled with the coveralls. Something told me last night’s promises weren’t going to turn out entirely true.

It was a long day, filled by frustrating pilots. After Poe, I’d had to track down Snap (who’d conveniently hidden from me, so I made Poe find him), and then it was L’ulo L’ampar – who was the only cooperative patient of the day – and then Karé Kun, and then Oddy, and then Jessika – who’d cracked jokes the entire time and thus made it difficult to do my job. Despite all that, though, I managed to finish everything just in time for dinner. I sent the transition approvals to the General via holopad, and I opted not to spend dinner with the pilots. Instead, I spent dinner with Shana, Ilia, Ojo, and Nira – which was not entirely the change of pace I had been hoping for.

“So, did you have fun today?”

“Nope. Pilots are terrible.”

“Even Commander Dameron?”

I glared at Shana. “Not as much, but yes, even Commander Dameron.”

Shana hummed, turning to Ilia to ask her a question about work today. I listened for a moment, before my mind drifted away, and I found myself staring at the other side of the cafeteria where Poe sat amongst his squadrons. He was laughing at something, his eyes crinkling up in the corners and his whole body shaking. He looked so happy, and I suddenly felt very glad that I knew him at all. My fingers absent-mindedly reached up to fiddle with the stone charm on the necklace he’d given me when – as if he knew I was thinking about him – Poe glanced towards me, making eye contact. He smiled, and my heart fluttered as I smiled back. He reached up to his neck, mimicking my fiddling with the necklace, and winked. I blushed and looked back down at the dinner sitting in front of me.

When I looked back up, he was already occupied by his pilots once more, and I frowned to myself, tuning back into my friends’ conversation. Nira, however, must’ve noticed something had happened, because she made a face and me and asked:

“You good, Hera?”

I snapped out of my trance. “What?”

“I asked, are you okay, Hera?”

“Oh, uh, yea. Just lost in thought.”

“About that Commander of hers, probably.” Shana chimed in.

“He’s not my Commander, Shana.”

“You didn’t deny you were thinking about him, though.” Nira giggled.

I groaned, standing up. “The lot of you are absolutely terrible.”

“Oh, come on, Hera. Where are you going?”

“I’m kinda tired – it was a busy day today. I’m just going to my quarters.”

Shana looked skeptical. “Well, have a good sleep then.”

I nodded. “Same to you all.”

I threw out the rest of my dinner and walked out of the cafeteria. I thought I was home free when I made it all the way out without anyone calling my name – but I wasn’t.

“Hey, Hera!”

I stopped, turning slowly to face the familiar voice.

“Where are you going?” Poe asked, a shadow of concern in his eyes.

“Oh, uh, just my quarters – I’m a bit tired.”

He nodded. “Well, d’you want me to walk with you?”

“If you feel so inclined.”

He smiled, and slung his arm around my shoulder, guiding us down the hall. “Wonderful!”

I shook my head. “You’re way too happy at this hour.”

He shrugged, his thumb gently running back and forth over my shoulder. “Gotta make sure my favorite doctor stays cheery all the time.”

“Your favorite doctor?”

“Yep. My favorite doctor.”

“You hate being in the med-bay though.”

“But I love being with you, so. Favorite doctor.”

“Ever the charmer, aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.”

I smiled to myself as we walked down the hall. I liked where this was going.

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Laughter is the Best Medicine - Chapter Two

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As it turned out, Poe Dameron became the bane of the med-bay’s existence in a matter of a few days. He couldn’t sit still, he had a constant stream of visitors, and he refused to take his meds – I think that was an ego thing. He was a thorn in my side, a constant headache that I handed off to my nurses at every chance, and yet, I found myself back in his room for the umpteenth time in two weeks – on a mission to make him stay still so he didn’t ruin all my hard work. And maybe also to talk about mundane things, but mostly to save my hard work.

“Back again so soon?” Poe said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Yes, I’m back again. You’re terrorizing my med-bay, Dameron, and I don’t appreciate it one bit!”

“Terrorizing? I hardly think I’m doing a single thing.”

I snorted, flopping into the visitor’s chair next to his bed. “Terrorizing, oh yes! You complained about the food – even though it’s the same stuff in the cafeteria a level below. You wouldn’t led Shana give you your dose of meds last night, or the night before – in fact, I heard that you pulled the IV line out of your arm this morning, and poor Ilia had to put it back in without me. Not to mention the three escape attempts you’ve made in the past four days – hardly doing a single thing, my ass.”

Dameron just stared at me, a comedic glint in his eyes.

“And don’t even get me started on last week – you nearly ripped your stitches twice, once because you tried to pick BB-8 up from your spot in bed and then again because you wanted to take a jaunt around the ship! And the visitors – stars – who knew so many people liked you?! We’ve had to tell everyone, everyone, that the only people allowed to see you now are high-ranking members of the Resistance and the pilots in your squadron, and people still waltz up here at all hours to try and say hello!” I laid my head on the chair back, groaning at the ceiling – but not for long:

“Why are you laughing?!”

“I’m sorry, I just –” Poe leaned forward, his whole body shaking now, “You’re so fired up about this, and half of it’s not even my fault.”

“Not your – oh my stars.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about ‘terrorizing your med-bay’ as you so eloquently put it. And it’s not my fault people like me so much – I can’t help but be irresistibly charming all the time – it’s my nature.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “I’ll accept your apology Commander, but you’ve got to stop trying to leave, please.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair, “It’s no good for your stitches or my sanity.”

Poe chuckled. “I’ll try my best. And my name’s Poe, not Commander.”

“Thanks for the effort, Commander.”

“Ohhh, I see how it is.”

I grinned, despite the great distaste I possessed for him in this particular moment, “I sure hope you see how it is.”

He laughed again, “You’re pretty good company when you’re not yelling at me, you know that right?”

I snorted, sitting up in the chair a bit. “When am I ever not yelling at you? I feel like that’s all I ever do these days, since you’re so, so, so eager to escape.”

“Nah, I just want to talk to you.”

I looked up at him, his eyes shimmering with something I’d only seen a few times before from him – mostly when I was good-naturedly chastising him for trying to escape the med-bay before his time. “You could just send me a comm message, or buzz me in here, you know, like a normal person.”

“But that’s half the fun – driving you mad is my only entertainment in here.”

“Woooow. Do none of your other guests bring you such joy?”

“No, they’re all business – The General has missions to talk about, Kun and Arana have complaints to lodge, Wexley, too. It’s all very mundane.”

“Hmph. Sounds like a load of bantha-shit to me, but I’ll take it.”

There was a lull in the conversation, and then the door to the room opened and the General walked in.

“Hello, General!” I said, scrambling out of my chair, “I wasn’t expecting you to come in so early.”

“I’m leaving for a quick diplomatic mission in an hour – I wanted to make sure my best pilot would be on his best behavior in my absence.” The General gave Poe a pointed look.

“Of course, ma’am, I don’t even know why you’d question my behavior.”

The General laughed, “Good to hear, then,” she turned to me, “Will you be able to handle him for a few more days without me around?”

“Yes, of course, General. He definitely hasn’t been keeping me inordinately busy for the past two weeks.” I delivered a sharp glare to the Commander, and he smiled innocently.

General Organa chuckled, “Well, I’m glad you’re getting along then. I’m going to head out now – I’ll see you both again soon, I’m sure.” And with that, she was back out the door.

I rounded on Poe. “Well, that wasn’t a mission she wanted to talk to you about.” I said pointedly.

He snorted, laying back down into the bed, “You weren’t supposed to take that word-for-word, Hera.”

“I wasn’t? Damn.” He laughed again as I slowly made my way back to the door. “Don’t rip those stitches once I leave, please. If you do, you’ll be here even longer.”

“You wouldn’t!”

I smirked at him. “Ohh, yes I would, Poe.”

He huffed, feigning dejection, and sank into his pillows once more. I opened the door and stepped out.

“You’ve only got two more days left in here! Don’t blow it.” I called over my shoulder.

“Two days of torture! Two whole days!” he lamented as the door closed.

I smiled and started walking to my next patient’s room. Maybe he wouldn’t try to escape today.

I was wrong.

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